For any of you who haven't caught on yet, my narration is not necessarily reliable. My characters only know what they know. What they know could be completely wrong. They could be lying to themselves or others. Just something to keep in mind.
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Hiii, I am Empour. I like roleplaying, but I have some kinda specific tastes. I have been doing this on-and-off for a few years, not always on this site. Be warned, my oldest stuff is exceptionally terrible.
I tend to prefer games which are not set in the present day. I like magic and stuff. Whether that magic takes the form of typical magical magic or "technology," I like it either way. I also loooove Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon and its universe, much more so than the standard one.
I like to create characters based on silly concepts, and then use them seriously to the best of my ability. If my characters sound a little bit ridiculous to you, that's probably intentional.
Previous highlights include:
A colonialist teenage witch, fresh out of magic school and ready to oppress some natives overseas for profit
A spacefaring civilization of communist pixies from beyond the galaxy
A scuba-wearing magical girl in a mysterious, creepy world of dreams and nightmares
A completely paralyzed blacksmith, who could do magnet magic or something
I tend to prefer games which are not set in the present day. I like magic and stuff. Whether that magic takes the form of typical magical magic or "technology," I like it either way. I also loooove Pokemon: Mystery Dungeon and its universe, much more so than the standard one.
I like to create characters based on silly concepts, and then use them seriously to the best of my ability. If my characters sound a little bit ridiculous to you, that's probably intentional.
Previous highlights include:
A colonialist teenage witch, fresh out of magic school and ready to oppress some natives overseas for profit
A spacefaring civilization of communist pixies from beyond the galaxy
A scuba-wearing magical girl in a mysterious, creepy world of dreams and nightmares
A completely paralyzed blacksmith, who could do magnet magic or something
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Extradimensional Junction
Drat.
Not only was the only way Julian could refer them any more knowledgeable sources on the curse a death trap, but it sounded like she was fundamentally wrong about just how it worked in the first case.
If she was to find more information on the subject, she’d have to find it the hard way, through ancient books, letters, and tablets. Not a fun prospect.
The curse, as Julian had mentioned, looked to have the fundamental evil of the vanishing of people built into it. Perhaps that was the necessary evil? Curses, while powerful, always required some proportional element of evil, loss, or pain to them. This was why many “rituals” require animal or human sacrifice- they were but curses by another name.
If that was the case, then undoing the bad part of the Blankland’s spell would undo the whole thing, to cut the net, if you were to go along with Julian’s analogy. A change, then, would instead have to be made to the curse itself. A replacement of the necessary evil, to change the bad from one to another.
She couldn’t think of any catalytic evil so strong as the saving of someone, but only so long as they remained incognito to others. It was a masterful creation. The loss so closely matched the gain that it would be one of the most stable curses in the world- Perhaps even the most of all.
Still, though, it was unacceptable. Ancient curses were not made to impede the progress of those that came after- Or, well, maybe they were, but perhaps not in this case. As Julian had said, speaking with the big boss of the Vigils, an embodiment and protector of the Blankland’s integrity would be the best option, were it not for the crippling fear that came with the monsters and the inevitability of being cursed themselves. Knowledge, no matter how important, was almost never worth being cursed for obtaining. That was the route of the mad wizard, the wicked witch, the warped thaumaturge, the shade.
There was the possibility that Julian knew more than he was letting on. He obviously knew quite a bit, and the kindness he shared could be but a facade hiding an ugly protector like the Vigils. Perhaps he was worried that Piper and Chumi would destroy what he held dear in their quest. It was, after all, a possibility. Curses could be warped or even destroyed just by looking at them wrong, after all. While curses were not a purely perceptional magic, all magic was, at its root, deeply affected by the person’s sight, thoughts, and feelings.
Curses. This was all getting horribly complex. She would have to somehow find a curse, understand it without destroying it, find an evil fitting enough to replace the vanishing with, and meticulously replace it.
For now, she decided to focus on the finding of the curse. The Blanklands were roughly ovular, which could imply a central source of power. In the event that a library of lost knowledge was nonexistent, they would start there.
“Is there a library, a repository, anywhere that ancient knowledge is stored, somewhere on the continent?” She asked, “You had said this place links to many places, are any of them like that?”
Suddenly, a thought entered her mind. Julian might not be supportive of giving her that information if he believed that she would use it for destroying the curse, which technically she didn’t want to do. Perhaps a more personal, sympathetic reason should be given.
Quietly, she added, “I want to know as much as I can about this curse. I don’t want to be unmade too,”
@SepticGentleman
Drat.
Not only was the only way Julian could refer them any more knowledgeable sources on the curse a death trap, but it sounded like she was fundamentally wrong about just how it worked in the first case.
If she was to find more information on the subject, she’d have to find it the hard way, through ancient books, letters, and tablets. Not a fun prospect.
The curse, as Julian had mentioned, looked to have the fundamental evil of the vanishing of people built into it. Perhaps that was the necessary evil? Curses, while powerful, always required some proportional element of evil, loss, or pain to them. This was why many “rituals” require animal or human sacrifice- they were but curses by another name.
If that was the case, then undoing the bad part of the Blankland’s spell would undo the whole thing, to cut the net, if you were to go along with Julian’s analogy. A change, then, would instead have to be made to the curse itself. A replacement of the necessary evil, to change the bad from one to another.
She couldn’t think of any catalytic evil so strong as the saving of someone, but only so long as they remained incognito to others. It was a masterful creation. The loss so closely matched the gain that it would be one of the most stable curses in the world- Perhaps even the most of all.
Still, though, it was unacceptable. Ancient curses were not made to impede the progress of those that came after- Or, well, maybe they were, but perhaps not in this case. As Julian had said, speaking with the big boss of the Vigils, an embodiment and protector of the Blankland’s integrity would be the best option, were it not for the crippling fear that came with the monsters and the inevitability of being cursed themselves. Knowledge, no matter how important, was almost never worth being cursed for obtaining. That was the route of the mad wizard, the wicked witch, the warped thaumaturge, the shade.
There was the possibility that Julian knew more than he was letting on. He obviously knew quite a bit, and the kindness he shared could be but a facade hiding an ugly protector like the Vigils. Perhaps he was worried that Piper and Chumi would destroy what he held dear in their quest. It was, after all, a possibility. Curses could be warped or even destroyed just by looking at them wrong, after all. While curses were not a purely perceptional magic, all magic was, at its root, deeply affected by the person’s sight, thoughts, and feelings.
Curses. This was all getting horribly complex. She would have to somehow find a curse, understand it without destroying it, find an evil fitting enough to replace the vanishing with, and meticulously replace it.
For now, she decided to focus on the finding of the curse. The Blanklands were roughly ovular, which could imply a central source of power. In the event that a library of lost knowledge was nonexistent, they would start there.
“Is there a library, a repository, anywhere that ancient knowledge is stored, somewhere on the continent?” She asked, “You had said this place links to many places, are any of them like that?”
Suddenly, a thought entered her mind. Julian might not be supportive of giving her that information if he believed that she would use it for destroying the curse, which technically she didn’t want to do. Perhaps a more personal, sympathetic reason should be given.
Quietly, she added, “I want to know as much as I can about this curse. I don’t want to be unmade too,”
@SepticGentleman
Cave-Inn
After about an hour of packing, organizing, taking inventory, and eating, Team Thunderstorm was ready to go. They were both missing bedclothes, but that was okay. Piper could sleep in her clothes, or just a pile of blankets without if need be. At least, until they found a tailor.
Now, though, it was time to leave. They’d impeded on Julian’s hospitality for long enough, and they had important questions to ask him.
“Time to go,” Chumi said. Piper nodded, and got off of the bed. She was loathe to leave something so comfortable, but they couldn’t stay here forever.
The team was soon outside once more. The sun was still high in the sky, and Julian could be found sitting on that rock, meditating. They walked down to greet him.
“Um, Julian, we had a couple of questions, if you don’t mind my asking,” Piper said. Julian nodded, allowing for her to continue.
“First off, I was looking for some more detail on what these keys do,” Chumi said, holding his out.
“Secondly, I was wondering if there was anyone on the continent that knows more about the curse the natives are under,” Piper said, before he could reply.
Yaxato Woodlands
“No food on me, I’m afraid,” Enrique said, removing a jug from his pack and offering it to the man. Would be a good idea to gain his trust. He didn’t want this obviously hardened warrior turning on him.
“I’ve only got some water, and a map I could use to guide us to some. I’ve been out of food myself since yesterday,”
“No camp, either. I was on a path towards a town, didn’t think I’d need it. I’ve since then lost the path, but if I had a compass, I could use my map here,” he said, removing a rolled up paper from his backpack, “Would you happen to have one? Rockvale’s nearby, if you’ve ever heard of it,”
@SepticGentleman@Horrid
After about an hour of packing, organizing, taking inventory, and eating, Team Thunderstorm was ready to go. They were both missing bedclothes, but that was okay. Piper could sleep in her clothes, or just a pile of blankets without if need be. At least, until they found a tailor.
Now, though, it was time to leave. They’d impeded on Julian’s hospitality for long enough, and they had important questions to ask him.
“Time to go,” Chumi said. Piper nodded, and got off of the bed. She was loathe to leave something so comfortable, but they couldn’t stay here forever.
The team was soon outside once more. The sun was still high in the sky, and Julian could be found sitting on that rock, meditating. They walked down to greet him.
“Um, Julian, we had a couple of questions, if you don’t mind my asking,” Piper said. Julian nodded, allowing for her to continue.
“First off, I was looking for some more detail on what these keys do,” Chumi said, holding his out.
“Secondly, I was wondering if there was anyone on the continent that knows more about the curse the natives are under,” Piper said, before he could reply.
Yaxato Woodlands
“No food on me, I’m afraid,” Enrique said, removing a jug from his pack and offering it to the man. Would be a good idea to gain his trust. He didn’t want this obviously hardened warrior turning on him.
“I’ve only got some water, and a map I could use to guide us to some. I’ve been out of food myself since yesterday,”
“No camp, either. I was on a path towards a town, didn’t think I’d need it. I’ve since then lost the path, but if I had a compass, I could use my map here,” he said, removing a rolled up paper from his backpack, “Would you happen to have one? Rockvale’s nearby, if you’ve ever heard of it,”
@SepticGentleman@Horrid
Geez, what happened to everyone in Gerald's group? Did the big bad vampire eat them all?
@SepticGentleman
If it's zombies, falling from the sky. If it's anything else that wouldn't leave a comical shockwave when it hit, the ground.
If it's zombies, falling from the sky. If it's anything else that wouldn't leave a comical shockwave when it hit, the ground.
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The Cave-Inn
After they’d gotten themselves settled in, washed, and put in some proper clothes, Team Thunderstorm found themselves sitting on comfortable wooden beds within one of the inn’s rooms. It was far from time to sleep, but it felt incredibly nice to be sitting on a proper bed.
“So,” Chumi said. It was obvious, what he was going to ask.
“What happened?”
“You saw me run back to the waterfall pool, so I’ll omit the part before that. Sorry about abandoning you there, by the way,” she said. Chumi nodded.
“It’s fine. You looked scared out of your mind, anyway. Besides, if you had escaped with me, we’d both be cursed and probably neither of us would be here now,” he said. Good. She’d been feeling kinda guilty about that.
“Okay, well, anyway, after I escaped into the pool, I sank deeper and deeper until it was so dark I fell asleep without noticing,” Piper continued, “When I woke up, I was in some sort of stone pipe, beneath the ground. When I tried to escape, something weird happened, my magic went haywire, and the pope exploded. I got shot into the forest on a giant geyser as a result,”
“Then what?” Chumi asked.
“I woke up in the cave I had you go to bed in. Theresa and the lizard rescued me from the water or something, so we get introduced and everything,” Piper said, “After that, I went outside and used a roll-call orb, and you know what happened from there,” she finished.
She laid back onto the bed. All in all, while the exploration certainly hadn’t gone as planned so far, they were still in reasonably good shape. Sure, one of the members was now subject to an ancient curse of some variety which would “prevent” Chumi from spilling the beans on what was within the Blanklands, which, as ancient curses usually go, probably meant fiery death, but they still had one half the team able to report findings back. There was that going for them. They also still had most of their supplies, a good deal more raw orbs than they’d left with, and some key information about how the place worked. Speaking of keys...
“Hey, Chumi,” she said, sitting back up and putting her hand in her hat, removing the keys that Julian had given her earlier, “Could you take a look at these?”
Chumi accepted the keys, looking them over, turning them, tapping them with a silly looking little device that hadn’t been there moments ago. After a minute or so, he spoke.
“It’s a key,” He said. Piper glared at him. “It’s a magical key of some sort. It’s got a... really weird enchantment on it, which uses a bunch of eldritch variables that aren’t present anywhere else on the runes. It’s like someone deliberately put half an enchantment on this. So far as I can tell, though, it’ll react to something that gives it all these variables, then tell that something to do something. With more nonsense variables. Beyond that, I can’t tell,”
“So it’s... A key. To a magical door,” Piper said, flatly.
“Looks like it. A door or something else entirely. Hell, it could be a key to a magical doomsday device, and I wouldn’t be able to tell,” Chumi said.
“I’ll make sure to ask Julian what exactly it does if I get the chance,” Piper said. Hopefully it was, in fact, a perfectly normal key to a perfectly normal door. Just, well, magical. Speaking of magic, she should probably go over her idea to break the curse the continent is on with Chumi.
“So, um, Chumi,” she started, staring at the stone ceiling, “What do you think we should do about the whole curse thing?”
“I really don’t think we should let you get cursed willingly,” he said instantly. Piper turned her head in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to be that decisive about it.
“Why?” Piper asked. She obviously had no intention of going along with it herself, but if he answered that quickly, she’d best listen to it.
“Curses are bad, for one, no matter how well-intentioned. Secondly, though, the way you reacted to the Vigils was, well, terrifying,” he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that scared before. There were only two there, and from what I understand, there’s going to be a lot more if we go to the boss. We can fight one big monster, but I can’t fight you, not when you’re terrified out of your mind and attacking everything in sight with icicle steam spears,”
Well. She hadn’t thought of that one, somehow. She really should have been expecting it, but somehow the idea that the vigils would be as scary as the vigils were had completely dropped from her mind.
She laid back onto the bed, spreading herself over as much of it as she could, staring at the ceiling. There really weren’t any other options here, were there? Despite what Julian had said, the only thing they could do was to flee, and eventually face this Fishmonster. Either defeat it, or be cursed. If they managed to beat it, what then? Would they just send more? She didn’t know how far the Vigils’ senses of duty and self-preservation would go when it came to them losing their own lives.
She doubted they would listen to her when she said she did genuinely plan to break this curse that threatened their very being. After all, people tended to be fearful of things that could disrupt their ways of life, and she doubted squid monster men were any different. Would they accept the word of someone claiming to want to save them, or just curse them for the possibility of ruining everything? She had to go over this with Chumi. Perhaps he had some insight.
“Chumi, t-thank you for thinking of that. I didn’t even consider how terrifying that would be. I, um, wasn’t actually thinking of doing that anyway, but for a different reason,” she said, stuttering slightly.
“I gave it some thinking after what Julian said, and I decided that the only way that I can make everything work out is to, um, completely abolish the curse that will kill the inhabitants of the continent if they become known,”
Chumi stared at her. Piper felt a little bit shameful for a moment. It really did sound ridiculous, coming out of her mouth.
“I can’t argue with you there. We can’t make history by discovering stuff, only for it to be gone when others go to see it,” he said, “There’s also the ethical effects of it all, I guess. I wouldn’t want Julian to disappear, I like him,”
“Me too,”
“How do you think we should start?” he said. Piper looked at him. He had a massive grin on his face.
“I feel like the best way to do that is to find someone who knows. The Vigils probably have a key to the puzzle, but we need to know what the puzzle is supposed to look like first,” she said.
“Let’s ask Julian if there’s someone who knows even more about the continent’s formation and curse than he does, when we’re ready to leave,” Chumi said. Piper nodded vigorously.
Yaxato Woodlands
Enrique most certainly wasn’t lost. The path thinned here, but it was still certainly visible. It certainly hadn’t gotten muddled with what looked like a rhinoceros charging through several miles back. He certainly wasn’t going to starve if he couldn’t find his way to Rockvale.
Suddenly, a man’s voice erupted from the thick forest to his left. A little red fox shot past him, looking terrified. Was that another man, lost and hunting for food? Company would be excellent, especially if they had food to spare. It wasn’t as though Enrique had any with him.
Searching in the general direction of the noise revealed a tall, bald man who looked to be scratching his buttocks with the butt of a pistol. While he would normally find himself laughing at such a sight, the fact that he was wiping his own arse with a firearm made Enrique a little wary at the idea of insulting him. Perhaps, then, he would instead play the role of a kindly travelling man. Two of those things were true, at least. He took a breath, and revealed himself.
The man didn’t actually notice him at that, as he was too busy inspecting his own behind. With a pistol. Enrique took it upon himself to begin the introductions.
“Hello, hello,” he spoke, “What might a fine man such as yourself be doing so deep within the Yaxato Woods?”
He hoped the formality wouldn’t be necessary, but you never could tell just what level of courtesy a random person would demand. He was well dressed, though sopping wet and possibly quite as lost as Enrique was.
The Cave-Inn
After they’d gotten themselves settled in, washed, and put in some proper clothes, Team Thunderstorm found themselves sitting on comfortable wooden beds within one of the inn’s rooms. It was far from time to sleep, but it felt incredibly nice to be sitting on a proper bed.
“So,” Chumi said. It was obvious, what he was going to ask.
“What happened?”
“You saw me run back to the waterfall pool, so I’ll omit the part before that. Sorry about abandoning you there, by the way,” she said. Chumi nodded.
“It’s fine. You looked scared out of your mind, anyway. Besides, if you had escaped with me, we’d both be cursed and probably neither of us would be here now,” he said. Good. She’d been feeling kinda guilty about that.
“Okay, well, anyway, after I escaped into the pool, I sank deeper and deeper until it was so dark I fell asleep without noticing,” Piper continued, “When I woke up, I was in some sort of stone pipe, beneath the ground. When I tried to escape, something weird happened, my magic went haywire, and the pope exploded. I got shot into the forest on a giant geyser as a result,”
“Then what?” Chumi asked.
“I woke up in the cave I had you go to bed in. Theresa and the lizard rescued me from the water or something, so we get introduced and everything,” Piper said, “After that, I went outside and used a roll-call orb, and you know what happened from there,” she finished.
She laid back onto the bed. All in all, while the exploration certainly hadn’t gone as planned so far, they were still in reasonably good shape. Sure, one of the members was now subject to an ancient curse of some variety which would “prevent” Chumi from spilling the beans on what was within the Blanklands, which, as ancient curses usually go, probably meant fiery death, but they still had one half the team able to report findings back. There was that going for them. They also still had most of their supplies, a good deal more raw orbs than they’d left with, and some key information about how the place worked. Speaking of keys...
“Hey, Chumi,” she said, sitting back up and putting her hand in her hat, removing the keys that Julian had given her earlier, “Could you take a look at these?”
Chumi accepted the keys, looking them over, turning them, tapping them with a silly looking little device that hadn’t been there moments ago. After a minute or so, he spoke.
“It’s a key,” He said. Piper glared at him. “It’s a magical key of some sort. It’s got a... really weird enchantment on it, which uses a bunch of eldritch variables that aren’t present anywhere else on the runes. It’s like someone deliberately put half an enchantment on this. So far as I can tell, though, it’ll react to something that gives it all these variables, then tell that something to do something. With more nonsense variables. Beyond that, I can’t tell,”
“So it’s... A key. To a magical door,” Piper said, flatly.
“Looks like it. A door or something else entirely. Hell, it could be a key to a magical doomsday device, and I wouldn’t be able to tell,” Chumi said.
“I’ll make sure to ask Julian what exactly it does if I get the chance,” Piper said. Hopefully it was, in fact, a perfectly normal key to a perfectly normal door. Just, well, magical. Speaking of magic, she should probably go over her idea to break the curse the continent is on with Chumi.
“So, um, Chumi,” she started, staring at the stone ceiling, “What do you think we should do about the whole curse thing?”
“I really don’t think we should let you get cursed willingly,” he said instantly. Piper turned her head in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to be that decisive about it.
“Why?” Piper asked. She obviously had no intention of going along with it herself, but if he answered that quickly, she’d best listen to it.
“Curses are bad, for one, no matter how well-intentioned. Secondly, though, the way you reacted to the Vigils was, well, terrifying,” he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that scared before. There were only two there, and from what I understand, there’s going to be a lot more if we go to the boss. We can fight one big monster, but I can’t fight you, not when you’re terrified out of your mind and attacking everything in sight with icicle steam spears,”
Well. She hadn’t thought of that one, somehow. She really should have been expecting it, but somehow the idea that the vigils would be as scary as the vigils were had completely dropped from her mind.
She laid back onto the bed, spreading herself over as much of it as she could, staring at the ceiling. There really weren’t any other options here, were there? Despite what Julian had said, the only thing they could do was to flee, and eventually face this Fishmonster. Either defeat it, or be cursed. If they managed to beat it, what then? Would they just send more? She didn’t know how far the Vigils’ senses of duty and self-preservation would go when it came to them losing their own lives.
She doubted they would listen to her when she said she did genuinely plan to break this curse that threatened their very being. After all, people tended to be fearful of things that could disrupt their ways of life, and she doubted squid monster men were any different. Would they accept the word of someone claiming to want to save them, or just curse them for the possibility of ruining everything? She had to go over this with Chumi. Perhaps he had some insight.
“Chumi, t-thank you for thinking of that. I didn’t even consider how terrifying that would be. I, um, wasn’t actually thinking of doing that anyway, but for a different reason,” she said, stuttering slightly.
“I gave it some thinking after what Julian said, and I decided that the only way that I can make everything work out is to, um, completely abolish the curse that will kill the inhabitants of the continent if they become known,”
Chumi stared at her. Piper felt a little bit shameful for a moment. It really did sound ridiculous, coming out of her mouth.
“I can’t argue with you there. We can’t make history by discovering stuff, only for it to be gone when others go to see it,” he said, “There’s also the ethical effects of it all, I guess. I wouldn’t want Julian to disappear, I like him,”
“Me too,”
“How do you think we should start?” he said. Piper looked at him. He had a massive grin on his face.
“I feel like the best way to do that is to find someone who knows. The Vigils probably have a key to the puzzle, but we need to know what the puzzle is supposed to look like first,” she said.
“Let’s ask Julian if there’s someone who knows even more about the continent’s formation and curse than he does, when we’re ready to leave,” Chumi said. Piper nodded vigorously.
Yaxato Woodlands
Enrique most certainly wasn’t lost. The path thinned here, but it was still certainly visible. It certainly hadn’t gotten muddled with what looked like a rhinoceros charging through several miles back. He certainly wasn’t going to starve if he couldn’t find his way to Rockvale.
Suddenly, a man’s voice erupted from the thick forest to his left. A little red fox shot past him, looking terrified. Was that another man, lost and hunting for food? Company would be excellent, especially if they had food to spare. It wasn’t as though Enrique had any with him.
Searching in the general direction of the noise revealed a tall, bald man who looked to be scratching his buttocks with the butt of a pistol. While he would normally find himself laughing at such a sight, the fact that he was wiping his own arse with a firearm made Enrique a little wary at the idea of insulting him. Perhaps, then, he would instead play the role of a kindly travelling man. Two of those things were true, at least. He took a breath, and revealed himself.
The man didn’t actually notice him at that, as he was too busy inspecting his own behind. With a pistol. Enrique took it upon himself to begin the introductions.
“Hello, hello,” he spoke, “What might a fine man such as yourself be doing so deep within the Yaxato Woods?”
He hoped the formality wouldn’t be necessary, but you never could tell just what level of courtesy a random person would demand. He was well dressed, though sopping wet and possibly quite as lost as Enrique was.
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